overgrown garden — bobbie

[YUKIO]

don't rush something you want to last forever .
︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Yukio swayed where he stood, staring at the colorful array of wildflowers gracing the surface, humming languidly. I like flowers. He did. He really did. But flowers reminded him of happy times. Of better times when he was naïve and wishful before the cruel frigid grasp of death hooked into two blinding balls of light, snuffing them out, suffocating them until their lights dimmed into nothingness. Oh.

He sniffled, shaking his helm, darkened lips curled into an appreciative smile. "T, Thank you." For taking me out. He'd offer, sitting on his haunches to stare at a patch of brightly colored petals, soft like velvet against his paw pads, delicate but resilient against the grueling weather they suffered.

He hummed, resting his chin on the tops of his paws, dual-toned optics blinking unhurriedly, head tilting side to side, following the gentle sway of fragile stems, veiny leaves shivering.

Yukio understood the heaviness of StarClan, but just a fleeting thought of the once-living becoming flowers. A thought that brought a trill of happiness, paw cupping the delicate petals, claws idly tapping at the centers, giggling as pollen rose, turning the air a mellowed yellow.

His head jerked to the side, sneezing. "S, Sorry." He laughed, dual-toned optics crinkling in embarrassment. Although he was still sad, spending time away from the makeshift nursery was good, even if he wanted nothing more than to curl up in his grief, hugging him—suffocating him like a warm blanket on a hot summer's eve.

"Do … Do you think there are enough flowers to … to make f, flower crowns?" He asked, rubbing his nose with a soft whine, dual optics staring at Bobbie questioningly. He hoped so. Maybe he could make one for Blazestar? He gnawed on the tender flesh of his bottom lip. As a thank you. For letting him stay was left unsaid, blinking owlishly.

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[DOEBLAZE]

Bobbie hears the other queen's slight pawsteps stop and glances about—this seemed like a good place to pause. She'd been gently leading the two of them out of camp (perhaps sneaking would be better term, given that no warriors accompanied them), one careful rosemary eye on Yukio. She was well aware of his tendency to get lost, for one thing, and for another; he'd just lost his kits. It couldn't be easy, but Bobbie wanted to do what she could to lift his spirits. She steps back a few pawsteps to where he rests, chin settled on his paws, in front of one of the many banks of greenleaf wildflowers that had pushed up after the long winds and the tragedies they'd brought with them.

"It's n-nothing." The lilac tabby's response to his thanks is light but a sigh pushes its way up from her chest as she takes a seat as well, pressing her thin side against his own if he'll allow it. She's heard that motherhood makes cats plump, not that she'd judge anyone for that (she'd carried a spare couple pounds as a kittypet), but she seems to have missed that entirely. It doesn't exactly surprise her—she'd spent a couple moons before SkyClan hungrier than she'd like, inexperienced in the wild—but it saddens her a touch to know part of that is owed to how sadness often steals her appetite. The thought reminds Bobbie to keep an eye on the surely-grieving Yukio in that respect, make sure he ate; she's heard of cats simply wasting away after they lose their kits.

The worry recedes from mellow green eyes a bit at the return of the lighthearted giggles and trills she'd become so used to hearing from the cream-furred cat as he runs his paws over the flowers. Bobbie giggles herself, a surprisingly girlish sound, at the sneeze evoked by the clouded pollen in the air and waves a cheery paw in response to his embarassed apology. The lilac queen blinks, considering his question, reaching her own paw forward to run it over one of the blossoms. She smiles at Yukio, offering in a soft voice, "I th-think so, greenleaf's really set them to blossoming. It'd be fun, too." Her mew is genuine; she's enjoyed making them with him before. That she thinks it will get his mind off recent events is left unsaid.
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[YUKIO]

don't rush something you want to last forever .​

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶​

Yukio hummed, leaning into her side, and purring softly. He liked the peaceful atmosphere, nestled beside Bobbie as he enjoyed the pine-scented smell encompassing him like a warm blanket, soothing his aches and pains with each earthy breath, fillings his lungs with blooms, intertwined into the very essence of his soul. He enjoyed being away. He liked not being home. Because home never felt so cold and unsettling, peering down into his nest with blotchy cheeks, eyes rimmed red and raw from rubbing them, claws digging into his skin, the pressure just enough to break the skin.

He sighed, dual-optics dimming, ears pressed against his helm, tears prickling along his waterline, but with a few quick sniffles, shaking his helm to peer up at Bobbie with a closed-eye smile. “Mhm!” He chirped, wiggling forward to pluck a few, laughing softly at the golden yellow hue it brought, pollen floating freely.

Sucking in a shaky breath, Yukio relished the happy, floral smell, smiling softly. He always did smile when things seemed bleak, owlish optics crinkling. He enjoyed making others happy. He prided himself because even when he was at his lowest; he beamed like sunshine breaking through the haze of fallen rain.

With a shake of his helm, Yukio shuffled the delicate petals closer, tail swishing, humming softly as he sorted them by color and shape, falling back into old, but familiar habits. “I, I missed m, making f, flower crowns w, with you.” He spoke, tongue poking out in concentration, braiding the stems with quick, precise paws.

“A, Are you g, going to m, make a flower c, crown for anyone?” He trilled, owlish optics blinking curiosity. ​

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[DOEBLAZE]

✿—— The contact as the cream-brushed cat leaned into her side, his small chest rumbling with soft purrs, was uplifting. A reminder that all was not lost, for her or for Yukio; that life could go on for the both of them, that life could be good no matter how bad it must feel for him right now. Bobbie smiles, small and a bit sad; the sniffles that push past his soft smile are a reminder that the good in life was far away right now, at least for Yukio and perhaps for the both of them. The still-tender gashes up her side, hidden beneath bandages, are a painful reminder of that.

He wriggles forward to grasp a few and she follows suit, leaning carefully forward to snag some of the colorful, pollen-clouded wild blooms. On this warm, pine-scented day, the dog had never felt so far away; right now, it felt very possible to drift off without waking silent from nightmares of foaming jaws and ivory fangs ..... and of a retreating black-furred shape. Bobbie pushes away the thought as she tries to focus on the task at paw, weaving the stems together—perhaps not as deftly as Yukio, but who could be? "Me too, it r-reminds me of when you first joined SkyClan." The tabby mews brightly as she tries to split her focus between the conversation and the flowers at her paws, smiling at Yukio.

Are you going to make a flower crown for anyone? It's an innocuous question, of course, but a certain face immediately flashes across Bobbie's mind; the queen glances down, shielding her face with her bangs. She misses the next loop of her crown and blinks nervously, eyes on her paws. It's an innocent question, she scolds herself; cats make flower crowns for each other all the time, it's not a weird thing, Bobbie. Glancing back up and clearing her throat as though this was a normal response, she mews, "Ah, I guess I didn't really ha-have anyone in mind. Maybe for my kits, or s-something."

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• ❀ bobbie — for her kithood love of bobby pins she/her ; cisgender female — skyclan — queen — 37 ☾s —— bobbie is a beautiful but insecure lilac tabby, dotted with white patches and with pale green eyes. a queen of skyclan, she's sweet and kind if prone to melancholy; the heartbreaking end of a lifelong romance has left her scarred.. —— smells like sweet lavender & tea leaves ; sounds like sansa stark ; speech in #D64933, thoughts in #B1C797 —— peaceful / healing powerplay permitted ; attacks/contact in underline ; won’t start fights ; will flee ; will show mercy ; won't kill or maim —— pansexual panromantic monogamist, divorced, not looking ; open to friendships, enemies, casual interactions, plotting ; not open to romance, unplanned battles penned by dejavu— desklamp9 on discord for plots

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